"On Saturday I hunt those demon eyesores"
(A.N. This is the last day mentioned in the song, but if you want me to do more like this, I will ^.^ Just tell me in a review a general idea what you would like to see (I can't do romance very well, but I will try :D) and who you want to be in the story; OC's are welcome! This is probably going to act as a prologue for another story which is flying around in my head. And, as usual, I don't own anything except the plot and my OC. If I did own Kuroshitsuji, Will and Grell would get together, Eric and Alan wouldn't have died and the musical would be cannon, and Sebastian would just kill Ciel and have done with it. ...If I'm not flamed for that, I'll be very suprised. Oh well. Marshmellow time! )

Everyone was rather surprised when Will made an announcement to the division office on a Friday. Usually such things were saved for Wednesday, when Will had to drag everyone in for meetings and such. However, today was something special. "We have a newcomer today. Please make her feel welcome, she has traveled quite a distance to be here. That means you, Grell Sutcliff. Do not scare her off." Will gestured for someone to come into the room, and everyone was rather surprised to see a girl in boy's clothing step inside. She had the same kind of stiff look about her that Will did; she was obviously determined to do her best at her new workplace or die trying. Her glasses were rectangular with black frames, but they had little silvery chips embedded in the sides and her outfit had Ronald almost dying from blood loss. Her suit was tailored to hug her curves and, if her lack of embarrassment showed anything, she was used to that kind of treatment. "So, What's your name?" Ronald asked in what he thought was a seductive voice. "Honestly. Ronald Knox! Stop that right now! This is her first day on the job, so cut her a little slack, okay?" "Aww, Will... Don't be such a party pooper..." "And you, Grell Sutcliff! Honestly. Just get back to work, all right?" Later, after their work was done, Ronald invited the division out drinking with him and a few friends from the secretary department. Of course, Will declined, but everyone else (including the new girl) agreed to it. Three hours later and after an unmentionable amount of alcohol had been consumed, everyone found out that the new girl was named Amelia Jones, she was from an American town called Chicago where she had been working as a local dispatch member for a hundred years, and she was particularly good at killing "those demon eyesores". Which then started a rant about how some demons weren't eyesores at all and could be very attractive coming from (of course) Grell. Calling demons "eyesores" wasn't probably the best thing to do at that moment, seeing as the bar they were at was almost a fourth full of demons at the time. Still, Amelia had been drinking copious amounts of beer (like everyone else) and it wasn't long before a demon had challenged her to a fight outside. "Bring it on, you soul-sucking twat!" she replied, and out they went. About a minute later, Amelia came back in alone, without one hair out of place. For such a packed bar, it sure got quiet fast. "...How many dead does that make?" a lesser demon asked. He looked like he was going to pee himself. Seeing this, Amelia smiled. "they don't call me Amelia "Massacre" Jones for nothing." 30 minutes later, nearly all the demons had left, leaving the bar significantly less occupied than before. "Well," Ronald said "you sure know how to clear a room." Looking around themselves, Amelia saw a crowd of mostly Reapers and a few humans, and one guy who was nearly passed out on a bar stool who was hunched over a gin and tonic, saying "Am I Catholic or Protestant? ...God, I don't know anymore!" to his companion who was sitting next to him with a beer in his hand. "Dude, you're drunk." he said, shaking his head sadly. That didn't go over well with Gin and Tonic, who yelled "I swear to drunk, I'm not God!" at Beer and fell off of his stool landing face-down in Beer's lap. "Ok, Iggy. Time to go home." "And for the last time, I'm. Not. Iggy! Damn it, Alfred! Get my name right for once!" "Well, if you say so...Iggy." "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A DAMN WANKER?"

Since it looked like 'Iggy' was gearing up for a giant drunken hissy fit, Ronald paid for his and Amelia's drinks and they escaped while they could before 'Iggy' could tear the place apart. (If anyone gets the reference, I'll give you virtual dessert! ^.^) "Well, that was an eventful night." Ronald said, as soon as they were out of earshot of 'Iggy' who was yelling "Wanker!" at his companion. "Is every night out with you like this?" Amelia laughed and said "Not always, but often." "Maybe we should hang out more, then." Somehow, they could tell that Amelia's coming to work in London would have a positive effect on everyone.
[Pipe in "Good Life by OneRepublic here]

(A.N. Sorry for the crappy ending! I have literally five minutes left of Study hall and I want to get this up today!
Thank you for alerting/favoriting/reviewing, everyone! I luffles you all! If you want me to make a continuation of any of the oneshots, let me know through a PM or review, either way. So... *deep breath* !)